Chapter 65) Destruction

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Y/N sits on the cot holding Glenn's hand. He looks at her a huffs out a laugh.

"I could use a vacation."

She nods, with a smile. "Me too."

Daryl and the others got back the prior night with the medicine from the veterinarian clinic. It's was quickly dispersed and everyone is starting to feel better already. Glenn was able to breathe on his own after a few hours.

Y/N's fever has gone down significantly. The pills are secured in her pocket, in a small plastic baggie. She hasn't taken one since she talked to Hershel.

He's right. She needs to stop, not just for herself, but for her family.

Glenn kisses her hand gently. "You know, our anniversary is coming up."

"It is?"

He nods. "One of these days."

She laughs. "I'm gonna get you some water."

He sits up, grunting slightly. "I can't get it."

"I know. But, i'm doing it." She leans in and kisses him softly. "I'll be right back."

On her way out of the cell block there's a loud crashing noise that rattles the building. She unsheathes her sword and books it outside.

Tyreese, Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Carl, Beth, Bob, and Sasha are all outside.

They hide behind a brick wall and glance down past the fences.

Y/N's heart sinks. He's here. The governor.

Suddenly everything comes flashing back in her mind. The dungeons. Archer. Bellamy. Her parents. Him. She shakes and fights the urge to vomit.

Surrounding him are dozens of other people. A new group.

He shouts. "Rick! Come down here. We need to talk."

Rick glances at the others. "It's not up to me! There's a council now! They run this place."

The governor stands atop a tank. "Is Hershel on the council?"

Y/N holds her breath as one of the group members walks to a car and pulls out Hershel, his hands tied behind his back, front and center.

Maggie covers her mouth. Beth grinds her teeth.

The governor continues. "What about Michonne? She on the council too?"

Another member drags Michonne out and plops her onto her knees right next to Hershel.

Y/N gasps.

Rick shakes his head. "I don't make the decisions anymore!"

"You're making the decisions today Rick."

He sighs, turning to Carl and Daryl. He says nothing as he opens the gate and walks down the field, closer to the horrible man and his new group.

Daryl nudges Y/N. She feels sick to her stomach. "We can't take 'em all on. We'll go through the admin building, through the woods like we planned. We ain't got the numbers no more. When's the last time someone checked the stash on the bus?"

Y/N sighs, not taking her eyes away from Hershel and Michonne. "The day before we hit the Big Spot. We were low on rations then and we're even lower now."

He nods. "We'll manage. Things go south, everyone heads for that bus. Let everybody know."

Suddenly Rick stops moving. He lowers his head as if struggling with something. He turns back toward his own people.

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